Duneartist

Sanchez sat heavily in the base's cafeteria. He was still grim, in contrast to the excited soldiers around him, chatting about the latest news from around the world. He drank his thick soup slowly, tasting the flavours of potato and leek. "Come on, cheer up!" Xenia Diaz said, sliding into a chair next to him. Diaz was from Argentina, like him. She was short, thin, but had a ceaseless energy that none of the others could match. She could imbibe drinks that would hospitalise some of her friends. Sanchez looked at her and frowned. "You've got a rocket launcher!" she exclaimed. "How can you be unhappy?" Diaz mimed the action of loading the proj